"Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a very persistent one."

- Anonymous.

Nothing. It was the best way to describe the current situation he was in. Harry was surrounded by a shroud of nothingness. He could not see anything. It seemed like someone had shut off all the lights. There was a very low ringing in his ears. He looked around and wasn't surprised to find that he was surrounded by this strange darkness. Suddenly, Harry felt the hair at the back of his neck stand up. He felt like something was watching him. The ringing in his ears was gradually becoming louder. He couldn't breathe. It was as if the darkness was suffocating him. The ringing was becoming unbearable now. He turned around and found himself staring at a pair of ominous red eyes. Harry froze. His brain stopped working. Suddenly someone spoke to him in a whisper, " Harry Potter. " Harry felt a shiver run down his spine. He then heard a cold laughter followed by a high shrieked voice, " Avada Kedavra. " A flash of green light obscured his vision and for a moment he couldn't see. When his vision cleared Harry was horrified to see the lifeless body of Cedric Diggory looking at him with cold eyes.

Harry woke up with a start and sat on his bed breathing heavily. It was another stupid nightmare he thought. He was still feeling suffocated. His scar was hurting as well. For some odd reason, his dreams felt more and more like reality. Once he calmed himself down enough he looked outside the window. He could see the sun setting in the horizon. He has fallen asleep reading his History of Magic textbook. Cursing himself, Harry got out of his bed. He noticed that Hedwig hadn't returned yet. Taking a deep breath Harry suppressed his frustration. He had been writing to Ron and Hermione for nearly three weeks ever since he had returned to the Dursleys for the Summer. He had constantly asked them about the recent news in the Wizarding World but they weren't complying. Apparently Albus Dumbledore had told them to not tell Harry anything important in the letters fearing that they might be intercepted. For some reason Harry was finding it hard to believe. However, deep down Harry knew that it was not the case and Dumbledore had his best intentions in mind even if his methods were questionable.

With a sigh Harry sat down at his desk to finish his foot long History of Magic essay. It felt like hours when he had finished writing it. He stretched his arms and rubbed his eyes with his hands.

" BOY ", someone shouted from downstairs startling Harry. Harry let out a frustrated sigh and rolled his eyes. After tucking his essay in his bag, Harry went downstairs to face his uncle. " What is it? ", Harry asked trying to hide the tone of annoyance from his voice. His uncle surveyed him for a moment with his piggy little eyes before saying, " Go and help your aunt prepare dinner. " " Alright ", Harry replied. With a deep breath, Harry proceeded to the kitchen where his aunt was waiting for him.

Dinner was finished without any incident. The Dursleys had mostly ignored Harry pretending he didn't exist. Harry didn't mind infact he preferred it this way. After finishing dinner, Harry grabbed all the dishes and was going to take them to the kitchen when Aunt Petunia snapped at him, " Be sure to wash the dishes properly and clean the kitchen when you're done. " Harry rolled his eyes, " Yea yea. Whatever," Harry rolled his eyes. " Don't talk to your aunt like that," Uncle Vernon growled at him. Normally Harry would just keep quiet and do as he was told but after all that had happened today he struggled to control his emotions. " Oh yeah? What are you gonna do about it?", Harry snapped back. His uncle's face became red in anger. The vein in his temple was pulsing. " You ungrateful brat. How dare you talk to us like that. After all we've done for you, this is how you treat us?", Uncle Vernon spitted. " Like you guys haven't given me Dudley's hand me downs and treated me like a slave all the time", Harry replied with a tone of sarcasm. Fuming, Aunt Petunia shrieked at him, " How dare you! You will talk to us with proper respect. You people have no manners. Just a bunch of freaks like my stupid sister". " Leave my mother out of this", Harry flared at her. Aunt Petunia smirked, " Or else what. I'm saying the truth. You're just a freak just like your mother. She was such an attention grabbing bitch. Then she met him and they ran off to get married. Look what happened to them. They got themselves murdered by some Dark Wizard. They met their fitting end." Harry had enough. He wanted to smash a plate on her face. He took a plate from the counter and had taken a few steps towards her when he stopped himself. He was struggling to suppress his anger. Screaming with fury Harry punched the window next to him. The glass shattered on impact and Harry felt blood gushing out of his hand. The Dursleys looked at him in shock. No one dared to say anything. After a while, Harry spoke with venom in his voice, " If you badmouth my parents again, I will make sure you regret it for the rest of your pathetic life." He threw the plate on the floor in front of her and stormed out of the room.

He quickly climbed the stairs and rushed to the bathroom. He bolted the door and placed both hands on the sink looking at the mirror. He was still seething with rage. He took a few deep breaths and splashed cold water on his face. Once he had calmed down he stared at his reflection. It has been a while since he checked himself in the mirror. His reflection stared back at him with tired green eyes. They're were dark circles around his eyes. He stared at the lightning scar on his forehead and touched it briefly. With a sigh Harry extracted the glass shards from his hand, dressed his wound and made his way to his small bedroom. As soon as he entered, he heard Hedwig hooting happily. He looked up and saw his snowy companion along with a very tired looking Errol. Both had letters tied to their legs. About damn time he thought. He untied the letters and sat on his desk to read. He quickly scanned both letters and groaned angrily. There was no point reading them thoroughly. It was the same as the letters he had been getting. Just another bunch of empty words he gritted his teeth furiously.

He threw the letters to his desk and turned to the two owls. Harry gave both water and treats and after recovering a bit Errol took off while Hedwig stood silently on her perch. Harry got up from his desk and landed faced down on his bed. The wound on his hand was hurting badly. He wished he hadn't punched that window.

His thoughts drifted to Ron and Hermione. They were spending their summer happily with their families while he was stuck at the Dursleys. Surely they were also up to date on the wizarding news while he had no clue what was going on. On top of everything, Dumbledore didn't want them to tell him anything. Harry knew Dumbledore had his reasons and he couldn't blame neither his friends not Dumbledore. However the more time passed by, the more he was finding it difficult to be optimistic. To put the cherry on top Sirius still hadn't responded to him.

He let out a frustrated sigh. Voldemort was back in power and Dumbledore was refusing to prepare him for the inevitable. He knew that Voldemort will be coming after him. How was he supposed to defend himself against a Dark Wizard? Voldemort had a vast knowledge of the Dark Arts and was one of the strongest wizards ever. How can he fend Voldemort off?

A sudden thought emerged in his head. It was absolutely mad and he was about to discard it but decided to consider it for a moment. The more he thought about it, the more it seemed to make sense. He contemplated it for what felt like hours before finally giving in. Well it doesn't hurt to try and at least I'll be doing something even if it doesn't work in the end he thought. With a great sigh, Harry closed his eyes drafting a plan for his crazy idea in his mind.

Harry knew what he was doing was wrong. But he couldn't let himself sit back while others did the job for him. He wasn't a coward. He was going to fight just like his parents did. And if he died attempting it, he would gladly embrace it. With a deep sigh, Harry Potter rolled over and went to sleep. At that point he had know idea that his upcoming actions would shake the entirity of Magical Britain.

Author's Note: Thank you for reading.

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